Two pairs of shoes, sneakers and something more formal. Underwear and bras we would get at another store.I now remembered why I hated so much to go sh...opping with a woman. The decision-making process, I’m sure, must be agony for them. So many colors and styles, how she looks in the item, what do I think of it, it all seems to make it so hard for them to reach a decision.She modeled each piece she chose for me. That alone made the exercise worth my while. She really was stunning. The jeans. It definitely wasn’t going to be her. ‘Thanks, Mum,’ she managed to say through gritted teeth as the gravy and potatoes were added before the plate was placed before her. ‘That looks lovely!’ * After seventeen increasingly irate text messages, Lucy turned her phone off and wondered what on earth she had ever seen in Gary. Ok, so he was good-looking and he drove a rather swanky BMW, but was I really that shallow? ‘Yes!’ laughed Megan and Lucy realised she had been thinking aloud. She winced.. ’ ‘Will I John? Or will I always be looking for Suzanne in every woman I meet?’ Picking up his glass he drained it and stood up, ‘Want another?’ and walking over to the bar his hand dipping into the pocket of his jeans to pull out some cash he ordered two more beers. * Four weeks later he woke up his head pounding with another hangover, and turned over in the strange bed to find some woman next to him. One he couldn’t remember picking up. Again. Her short blond hair was mussed up around her. In the room they both sat on the vanity stool facing each other. "Okay,I'm going to show you how to do this yourself. I'm not going to bedoing it for you every day. So pay attention," she said with a broadsmile. "I've always wanted to see what he would look like as a girl.Now I get my wish, think I'll start with a date night look," shethought."Damn skirt, it's so tight around my legs I can only take short steps.It's bad enough that I have to wear my sister's stuff but all this gunkon my.